Chapter 432: Will You Devour Me
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I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey Chapter 432: Will You Devour Me

Franca was wearing a silk cloak, the simplest and most inexpensive one she could find in her closet.

The Central District was currently in chaos, and even Franca's father and grandfather had been summoned to the central administration for a meeting. However, this also gave Franca a great opportunity.

Due to her intrinsic 'weakness' of being an ordinary person, she had never set foot outside the Central District her whole life.

Having tied her blonde hair into a high ponytail and putting on a red silken cloak, Franca took her mother's letter and the recipe book next to the mirror and jumped out of the window.

After days of investigating and persuading her servant, Mike, for help, Franca finally left the Curtis household alone for the first time, under the guise of her mother's superb acting at pretending to be crazy.

Over the past two days hearing her mother's confessions, Franca gradually understood more about her mother and learned of her origins.

Her mother was an archaeologist from another world who remained steadfast in spirit and mind in the face of an evil god and maintained her humanity.

Years of confusion caused her to retreat into a protective shell, but her spirit returned to her body once more when she tasted the cuisine of home.

The reason why her father married her mother was also for experimentation, and for the birth of Franca herself... But what sort of power did I inherit? Franca agilely climbed over the little hill in her garden and, gasping for breath, got into a vehicle that Mike had arranged.

This, however, wasn't a private car but a van packed with a bunch of poor workers.

The smell of the machine oil and body odor of the poor, who only bathed once every few months, made Franca, who had always been isolated from such things, nearly vomit. However, she still held it in till she got off the car and leaned against an electric pole before throwing up.

Still, when Franca arrived at 23rd avenue, her clothes looked out of place in this poor community.

It was clear that poor people were ev

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